My dad gave me this mug last week when we stopped through Atlanta on our way back from Clint's parents. This is probably the sweetest gift my dad has ever given me. And he's given me a lot of gifts over the years. I drank my hot cup of Cafe Francais in the mug this morning. And as I reread the little poem on the side, holding the warm mug in my hands, a few tears rolled down my face. I felt loved and accepted, by my dad. It was a sweet way to start my morning!